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 Austria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.