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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vladislav Delay to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.