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 Uganda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.