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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.