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 Costa Rica and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.