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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.