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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
The Victims,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Crime,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.