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 China and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.