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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.