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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.