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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.