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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez 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?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.