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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Skaos,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.