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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.