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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Pretty Things to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Magma,
Cluster,
New Order,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.