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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.