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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.