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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.