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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Massinfluence to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Flipper,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.