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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.