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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
The Monks,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.