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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
DNA,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.