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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Mojo Men to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
MC5,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.