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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.