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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Amazonics,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.