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 Tonga and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.