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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.