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 Pakistan 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.