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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Motorama,
Japan,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.