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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.