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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.