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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Roy Ayers to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.