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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
UT,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.