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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Interpol,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.