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 Chad and from London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.