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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.