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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.