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 Sierra Leone 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.