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 Gabon and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Selecter to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.