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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.