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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.