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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.