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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.