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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Swans to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.