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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.