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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.