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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Litter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.