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 Ecuador 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Jimmy McGriff,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Faust,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.