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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the rock 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.