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 Slovakia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.