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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.