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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.