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 Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Model 500,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.