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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
JFA,
Sparks,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Pole,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.