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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Faust,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.