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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.