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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.