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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.