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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
The Doors,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.