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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.