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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
UT,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.