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 Sudan 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.