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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.