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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.