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 Libya and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.