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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.