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 Nauru and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.