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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.