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 Ethiopia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.