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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Litter to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Fall,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Bad Manners,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
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.