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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.