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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
MC5,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Swans,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.