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 Angola 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Wings,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Q65,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.