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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
The Toasters,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.