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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.