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 Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.