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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Inner City,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.