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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Index,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.