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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.