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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fire Engines 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.