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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.