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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.