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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sparks,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.