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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.