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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.