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 Mali and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Wake,
cv313,
Skaos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.