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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
World's Most,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.