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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.