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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Suicide,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.