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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.