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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.