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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.