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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.