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 Portugal 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.