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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.