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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Skarface to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.