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 Poland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.