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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 theremin 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.