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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.