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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.