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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.