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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.