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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.