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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.