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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
The Star Department,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.