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 Iran and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Japan to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.