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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.