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 Barbados and from London.
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 Portland and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.