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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.