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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.