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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.