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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.