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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.