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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.