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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Ronan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.