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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Can,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.