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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.