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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Index,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.