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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the rap 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.