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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.