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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.