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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.