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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.