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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 OOIOO to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.