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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.