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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.