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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Audionom 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.