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 Macedonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.