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 Macedonia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.