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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Porter Ricks 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.