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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.