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 Egypt and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.