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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.