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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.