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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.