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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Fugs to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.