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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.