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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 PIL to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.