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 Palau and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Oneida,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.