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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.