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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.