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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.