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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.