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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.