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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.