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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail 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?
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
CMW,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.