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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.