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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.