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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.