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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.