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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Cameo,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.