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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Japan,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.