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 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 Terrestrial Tones 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Index,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.