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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.