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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.