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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.