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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.