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 Gabon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.