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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.