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 Belize and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.