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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.