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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Rakim,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.