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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Smog,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.