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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.