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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
EPMD,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.