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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.