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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
UT,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.