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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.