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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the dance 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.