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 Italy and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.