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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.