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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Qualms,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.