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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.