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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
JFA,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.