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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Yellowson,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.