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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Crime,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.