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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.