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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.