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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan 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?
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.