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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
DNA,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.