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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.