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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.