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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.