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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.