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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.