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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.