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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.