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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.