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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.