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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
the Human League,
the Association,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.