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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
the Association,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.