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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.