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 Ukraine and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.