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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
Nico,
New Order,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.