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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.