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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.