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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Ituana,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.