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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.