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 East Timor and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 D'Angelo 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.