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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.