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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.