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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Cluster,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.