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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.