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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 CMW to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
MDC,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.