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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.