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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.