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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Martian to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.