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 Congo 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.