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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Supertramp 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Skarface,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.