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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.