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 Gabon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
This Heat,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.