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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Searchers 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Mars,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.