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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television Personalities,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.