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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.