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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.