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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.