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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.