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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.