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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Severed Heads to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.