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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.