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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Fear,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.