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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.