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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.