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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
CMW,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.