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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.