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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.