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 Romania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.