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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.