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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.