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 Georgia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.