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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.