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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.