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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Mantronix 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.