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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.