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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.