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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Rekid,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.