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 Sierra Leone 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 Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.