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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.