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 Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Skaos,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.