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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blackbyrds,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.