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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.