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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Organ,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.