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 Turkmenistan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.