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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.