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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the jazz 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Niagra,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.