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 Namibia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.