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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.