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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.