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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.