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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.