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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.