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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.