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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.