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 South Sudan 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck 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?
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.