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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.