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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.