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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.