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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.