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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.