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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
DNA,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.