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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.