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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.