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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.