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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.