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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Electric Prunes to the techno 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
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.