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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.