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 Israel and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Lalann,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.