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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Wings to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.