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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Mars,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.