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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Mars,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.