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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.