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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.