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 Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.