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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.