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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.