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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.