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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 The Residents 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Rekid,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.