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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.