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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Amon Düül,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.