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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.