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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Severed Heads to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.