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 Chad and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.