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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Nas,
the Human League,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.