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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.