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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Accadde A to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.