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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.