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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.