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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.