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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.