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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.