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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Hashim,
The Doors,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.