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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Faust,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.