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 Poland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
the Swans,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.