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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.