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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Faust,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.