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 Indonesia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Fear,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.