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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
CMW,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.