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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.