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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.