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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Nico,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
The Names,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.