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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.