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 New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Pole,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Mars,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.