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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.