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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.