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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Franke 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
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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.