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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
AZ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.