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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 ABBA to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Organ,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.