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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.