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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.