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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.