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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.