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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.