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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Harmonia to the disco 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.