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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Normal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Monolake,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.