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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.