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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.