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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.