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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.