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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
Nas,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.