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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.