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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.