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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.