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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.