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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.