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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Unwound,
The Sound,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.