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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.