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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Slave,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Television,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.