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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Inner City,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.