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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
DNA,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.