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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Malaria!,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.