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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.