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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.