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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.