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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
June of 44,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.