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 Iceland 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Lungfish,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.