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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.