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 Peru and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.