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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.