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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.