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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the rock 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.