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 Armenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Motorama,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.