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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.