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 Venezuela 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.