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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.