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 Israel and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Nico,
The Move,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.