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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.