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 Canada 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.