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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 theremin 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
MC5,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.