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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.