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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.