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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The American Breed,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.