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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.