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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.