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 Turkey and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.