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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.