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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.