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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Cosmic Jokers to the funk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
Smog,
The Victims,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.