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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Eli Mardock to the rock 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.