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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Motions to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.