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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.