Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.