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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.