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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.