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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.