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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.