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 Algeria and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra,
Q65,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.