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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.