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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.