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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the electroclash 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.