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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.