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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.