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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.