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 Spain 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.