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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.