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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.