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 Malta 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.