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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Josef K to the rock 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.