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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 harpsichord 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 Skarface 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tom Boy,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Brick,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.