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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Pylon,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.