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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.