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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
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,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.