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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.