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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 MC5 to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Faust,
ABBA,
Roxette,
The Index,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.