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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Visage,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.