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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.