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 East Timor and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Roxette,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.