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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.