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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Q and Not U to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
June Days,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.