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 Venezuela 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.