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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Association,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.