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 Korea North and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Magma,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.