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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
Chrome,
JFA,
Scientists,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.