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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.