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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
The Selecter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.