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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Half Japanese to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.