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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Section 25,
Massinfluence,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.