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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.