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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.