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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Moebius,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.