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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Josef K,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.