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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Icehouse to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.