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 Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Infiniti,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.