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 Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.