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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
June of 44,
UT,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.