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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.