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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Nico,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.