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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.