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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
The Move,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.