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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
The Cure,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.