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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.