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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.