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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
Skarface,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.