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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Easy Going,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.