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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.