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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Nas,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Wire,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.