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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths 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 techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.