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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Deepchord to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.