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 Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
MDC,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Nas,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
X-102,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.