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 Greece 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.