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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.