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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Boredoms 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.