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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.