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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.