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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.