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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.