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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Index,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.