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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Wire,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.