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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.