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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.