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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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.