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 Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.