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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neu!,
Audionom,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.