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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.