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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.