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 Liberia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Mars,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.