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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.