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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
The Doors,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.