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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Invisible,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.