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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.