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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.