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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Swans,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.