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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 United States of America to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Magma,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.