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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 ABBA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes 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?
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.