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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Pole,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.