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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.