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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABBA to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
June Days,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.