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 Georgia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.