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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.