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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.