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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Babytalk to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.