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 Guinea 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.