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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.