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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.