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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.