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 Sierra Leone 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.