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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.