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 Cyprus and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Gap Band to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.