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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.