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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.