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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.