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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.