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 Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.