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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.