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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.