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 Sweden 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Half Japanese to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
Mars,
The Cure,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
MC5,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.