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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
Mars,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.