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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Outsiders 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.