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 India and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Busters,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.