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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.