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 France and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.