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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Can,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.