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 Gambia and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
June Days,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.