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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.