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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.