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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
The Cramps,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
Visage,
The Motions,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.