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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.