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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rap 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.