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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.