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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Gong,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.