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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
The Index,
Slave,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.