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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.