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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.