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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.