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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.