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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.