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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Scientists,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.