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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Deakin,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.