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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.