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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Bluetip to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.