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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 David Bowie 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
UT,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.