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 Poland and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
the Germs,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.