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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Organ,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.