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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Howard Jones to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.