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 Kyrgyzstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Subhumans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.