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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
X-101,
David Axelrod,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.