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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.