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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Soft Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
10cc,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.