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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.