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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.