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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.