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 China and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.