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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
the Germs,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Franke,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
The Gories,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.