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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.