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 Nicaragua and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.