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 Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Scion,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.