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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Japan,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.