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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.