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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.