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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.