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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.