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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.