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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.